Chapter 1601 1599 Destiny and Lies

In the sudden silence, everything seemed to be upside down in an invisible mirror.

Dwarfs and giants, ugliness and beauty, sublimation and solidification, miracles and disasters, insignificant yellow sand and majestic thunder, the king of reality and the king of the abyss...

It is even impossible to judge where the two of them should belong based on their appearance and aura alone.

But now, when the two appear in the same place, it seems to be a matter of course, without any abruptness.

It's like, it's fate.

"First meeting, giant. My name is Amenhotep."

On the high chair, the Pharaoh raised his eyes, looked up at such a fit and powerful giant with admiration, and told him: "I am your enemy."

enemy.

From those almost arrogant words and expressions, the monarch never laughed, but just raised his head and looked at the miracle at this moment——

On top of the cracked shell of reality, the divine flow and expansion originated from Egypt's long history.

Using the tombs of the kings as the material, the cracks in the current situation and even the collapsed border defense front were re-closed.

It’s not just rough repairs and stitching, but a re-creation like the creation of the world!

Such a magnificent creation, maintained on that scepter, was gradually completed in the hands of the rickety Pharaoh, blocking the impact of the abyss.

Even the countless fragments of the Mother of Stone that arrived first were quietly annihilated in the depths.

Shelter the whole world under her wings...

The courage to hold the whole world in his hands——

It has made people unable to take their eyes away!

The Maharaja stepped forward and asked solemnly: "Why has such a powerful force never stepped onto the battlefield?"

The Pharaoh smiled tiredly and patted his deformed and broken legs: "I haven't set foot on the battlefield, but hasn't the king already come to me?"

"Is this the so-called 'prophecy'?"

The prince recalled what Ah He had said, but the slight smile on his face had disappeared.

Disappointed beyond words!

prophecy?

That kind of ethereal thing is never worth a penny.

Basically, there is no need to exist.

For the truly strong, it itself is the denial of everything about itself!

If it is just the ravings of a madman in a dream after being drunk, like a lie like a mirror, then this prophecy is nothing more than an ugly trick between liars and fools.

If it is really a predetermined destiny, and disobedience and changing the future are absolutely not allowed, then what is the point of having the present, having yourself, and having this self?

Obeying the illusory destiny, reaching the peak or heading for the end with self-satisfaction... No matter how powerful and majestic a person is, they are just puppets dancing in the hands of the enemy.

Not worth mentioning at all!

“If you surrender to fate, you will have no control over the future.”

The giant shook his head, glanced at the believers in fate, and declared coldly: "The so-called prophecy was in vain from the beginning!"

"Ah, maybe that's the case."

The Pharaoh nodded calmly, as if he was still smiling on his distorted and cracked face.

Thick bloody tears slowly slid down his face.

The pupils of the eyes were stabbed by the terrifying light...

"I can see you, Maharaja, even now..."

He said: "I saw in you the broken destiny, the denied deaths, and the defeated ending——"

So dazzling.

So majestic again.

Like a behemoth holding the entire abyss in its hands, it waits indifferently for all challenges that exceed its own capabilities, and then steps on the corpses of the losers towards never-ending victory.

This is a giant!

"But you should understand that the so-called destiny has no end, and there is no possibility of 'victory'——"

Pharaoh said slowly: "It is not the shallow past and future, but the storm that we as individuals have to endure in the face of the infinite world...

As long as there is one breath left, this change of destiny will not end.

Even momentary relief cannot escape lasting bondage. And how could this momentary relief be written in one's own destiny? "

On that too cold and huge throne, the shriveled Pharaoh stretched his neck with difficulty and told him: "We just accepted our fate."

"Is there any difference?"

The prince said scornfully: "They are just slaves in a cage."

"Maybe so, but when people accept their fate, they will have choices..."

The Pharaoh's lips opened and closed, as if he were smiling: "Submit to fate and become a slave, or control fate and become its master - even if it is only for a short minute or a second!"

At that moment, in his raised hand, the deformed fingers slowly spread out.

There was obviously nothing in the palm, but the majesty's eyes reflected brilliant colors that surpassed all the lights in the world.

"Behold, Your Majesty, the key to breaking free from the prison and undoing the shackles is here."

The Pharaoh lowered his eyes and stared at the invisible vortex twisting and twisting all fates in his palm: "All I can do is give it to my master, that's all."

This is the [Prophecy] of Pharaoh!

Prophecy useless?

Indeed!

Unfulfilled prophecies are meaningless and nothing more than deception. But the established prophecy is so cruel that even the self and its own value cannot be preserved.

It is an unmitigated curse, and at the same time, it is an unparalleled blessing.

It cannot be borne without the courage of an eternal hero, and it cannot be fulfilled without the determination of a rock!

In such a long time, since the day when the Pharaoh received the scepter, countless people have come to hope to understand their destiny.

But there are very few people who can actually get the prophecy!

It's not that most people don't have such honor and respect, it's just that... they can't face the price of fate.

The price of fate is fate itself.

If the existence of destiny is the collection of one's own life and everything faced, then the end of destiny is undoubtedly death.

This is the only possibility to defeat fate!

To pay everything you have, erase all accidents and variables, and guide this destiny to the future you want——

At the same time, accept the destined death!

In the moment of facing death, people will have some understanding.

There is something in this world that is more important than your own life...

So, pursuer of prophecy, are you still willing to realize your ideal? Do you still have the courage to defeat fate?

Even if it's a waste of life, isn't it a pity?

At this moment, in the invisible vortex intertwined by fate, a radiance that surpassed all else emerged, illuminating the eyes of the Pharaoh.

"Next, I will make a prophecy, Your Majesty, for you and for myself."

The monarch who inherited divinity and aberration, the master of destiny and prophecy raised his head and declared to the enemy in front of him:

"Today, I will die here, but the current situation will continue to exist, and it will be the same from now on - this world will be as glorious as ever, and it will eventually be better than the past!"

Above the deformed body, in the pair of turbid pupils, flames that were even more powerful than those of a giant rose up.

"——Using this predetermined fate as my blade, I will defeat you!"

On the broken throne, the Pharaoh grasped the scepter tightly and slowly propped up his body.

And the scepter made by the power of the gods was wailing and faintly bending, as if it could not support this terrible weight!

If so, move forward.

Take a step toward the invincible abyss to become the strongest!

"Now, the giant of the abyss..."

He said: "Please fight with me to the death!"

In the silence, the monarch raised his head and stared at the enemy who was as hunched as dust in front of him, and even the huge outline gradually appeared on his body.

So majestic that there is no end in sight, yet as solemn as death.

The enemy of fate appears here again!

What followed was hearty joy and unprecedented expectations!

The giant laughed, and the sound like thunder shook the world. He raised the hammer of destruction again and made a promise to the opponent in front of him.

"Come on, present dwarf!"

Giants and dwarfs are originally one body and are linked by fate.

Then, this is the fate of the two.

Who is stronger!

From the storm, the tombs of the kings shook violently, divinity flowed, and they rose majesticly, revealing the remains of the gods in the past.

And when the hammer of destruction fell again, and in the roar that shook the abyss, the dim light of reality burst out again.

Like the last roar of a dying person.

Under the shadow of self-destruction, it sheds thousands of flames towards the darkness.

“Fuck it, open it!!!”

On the bottom floor of the Survival Courtyard, among the loud machines, Shah blushed, tightly grasped the red-hot operating lever, and pressed down with all his strength.

Open, the final valve——

The restless roar and flying transmission reached the limit, and the supreme essence blocked at the bottom rushed loudly, following the huge matrix, passing through the layers of restraints, and flying towards the bright phantom light in the distance.

Like blood running through the veins...

"Haha, it's on, it's on."

Thick smoke and flames shot up from the machines, and in an environment like a fire scene, Shah laughed wildly and pulled the confused Fu Yi to dance.

"Nakajima, the bottom layer is done, hurry up!" He shouted: "These old machines won't last long!"

"I'm so annoyed, shut up!"

In the same noise that did not want to be inferior, the creator with bloodshot eyes roared the whispers of his hometown and broke through the many doors. The invisible frame shrouded the steel, as if giving a soul to the machine.

Let the giant sleeping under the earth wake up again!

At this moment, under the cover of countless lava and sultry soil, inside the core of the earth, the building suspended in the lava is as slender as a giant spear.

It was like a spark plug that had been filled in an engine. It penetrated into the core of the earth again amidst the loud noise of the rock formations collapsing.

Add fire to the fire.

Let the gradually silent furnace ignite again!

"Ha, haha, hahaha, it's burning!"

Nakajima lay behind the protection, eyes wide open, his dark eyes illuminated by the violent light from the center of the earth.

The roar continued.

In the distance, giant spear-like buildings pierced into the center of the earth one after another, triggering new reactions again and again.

The rushing light erupted from the lava, followed the track buried under the earth, upwards, burned away all obstacles, and gathered in the huge furnace.

When the light from the Silver Sea descends again, all the procedures for restarting the Great Mystery are in place.

only left with……

Final authority.

But in London, until now, there is still a dead silence.

Shrouded in the eternal gray rain and fog, all changes were frozen in the invisible sandbox, leaving only the burning bureau headquarters building.

In the roar, the waist broke.

And in the deepest part of the earth, in the shelter shrouded by heavy defenses, corpses were in a mess, and thick blood spread among the overturned office chairs.

The cracked screen glowed dimly.

The sirens had long since ceased, and there were only faint crackling sounds in the distance, one after another.

This is the heart of the bureau, the last core of the current situation, but except for the last survivor, there is no one else.

"Now, I have truly become a polished commander..."

Behind the security door that was full of cracks, Yegor leaned against the console and sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment, with only scarlet color slowly seeping out from his abdomen.

He still held the gun tightly in his hand.

Trying to catch your breath.

In the corner, a twitching figure squirmed hard, trying to get up.

But then, the muzzle of the gun was raised.

boom!

The struggler twitched and stopped moving.

Only Yegor, who was on the ground, moved forward with difficulty, crawling, reaching out with great effort, grabbing the first aid bag that was pressed under the body, pulling it out, using one hand from the emergency suture bag, and skillfully placed it on the penetrating wound, and pulled it out. The seal was put down.

With a muffled groan, Yegor's body convulsed, and the wound closed again under the rough gluing of the equipment. But then, he opened his mouth involuntarily and vomited.

In the prominent blood color, there are strands of gray and black that are so dazzling.

Under the pale light, the bloodless old face was covered with layers of gray and black like a spider web.

So weird.

Countless viscous gray-black substances like silt seeped out from the cracks in the floor and walls. The distorted order and laws wrapped around his body, eroding his soul, every moment...

Little by little, erasing the last remnants of self, tampering with everything that was once imprinted in the soul. Only this empty shell used to carry order is left.

Yegor gritted his teeth, raised the injection gun again, aimed it at his neck, and pulled the trigger.

But this time, no antibodies were injected into this body.

The potion bottle was already empty.

"Give up, Yegor."

There was a vague voice, and from the darkness, a faint face emerged from the thick gray darkness like mud.

The outline gradually changes.

In the end, the remnants of the past finally emerged, so empty.

"Emmanuel?"

In a brief moment of sluggishness, Yegor looked at the head of the deep management department appointed by himself, and couldn't help but smile tiredly: "I always thought that you take the command bureau more seriously than I do..."

"That's why, isn't that why?"

On that blurry face, traces of dozens of different faces appeared, still so empty. The only thing that was the same was the resentful anger.

"You have compromised too much and given in too much. It is you who have betrayed everything created by the Bureau! You have been lost in your ambition and have deviated from the norm!"

"They are all stupid words to cover up ambition." Yegor asked back: "Is there any difference in ambition?"

boom!

He raised his hand and pressed the trigger.

But the last bullet only left a tiny crack on the empty face, which was quickly closed.

"Give up resistance, Yegor, join us! This is the last chance!"

The distorted order accelerated its erosion and wrapped around his body, shouting angrily: "You will truly become the governing bureau!"

Yegor raised his face and looked at it: "That's just a slave of order."

"But isn't that what the command bureau is?"

On the empty face, a slight change seemed to appear, like a smile, but also like tears: "We create order, we create cages, and we are slaves themselves... This is the price of order, the end of responsibility. "

"Give up, Yegor."

Countless faces looked down from the mud, shouting: "Order will eventually be achieved——"

"you sure?"

Out of exhaustion, a hint of ridicule emerged from the corner of Yegor's mouth: "It seems that some people don't think so."

The empty face fell into a dull state.

Then, it suddenly twisted.

In the roar of collapse, the entire shelter shook violently, and then, there was a harsh cry, filling every inch of the space, echoing sadly.

Scream, accuse, roar!

It was like... the fetus about to be delivered was punched hard across the belly!

Then, another punch!

Without reservation, I extend my warmest greetings to the unborn ghost fetus. Just like the sage who met the Holy Son in the legend, he offered up the pain and suffering of the world!

"My eldest nephew, I'm here to see you again!"

Outside the security gate, jubilant shouts echoed.

The squirming flesh and blood that filled the entire shelter convulsed violently under the burning flames.

The strangely fused corpses were broken apart by the machine gun fire, and then quickly turned into charcoal by the care of the flamethrower.

In the billowing smoke, a pair of scarlet eyes emerged from the darkness.

With a cruel smile.

So ferocious.

So, he pulled the trigger of the flamethrower again until the last drop of fuel was wasted. Then he took off the grenade launcher from his back, skillfully loaded it, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

The thick flesh and blood that looked like umbilical cords were all blown to pieces.

The gray rain of blood fell from the sky and merged into the winding river on the ground, extending forward with him...

Until the end, layers of flesh and blood peeled off under the ax blades and bombs, finally revealing a beating heart like a house.

A source of power gathered from countless corpses!

"Back to unity, Russell! Back to order!"

Just under the deformed heart, countless faces emerged, with sharp roars, angry roars, or humble supplications.

But from beginning to end, that blood-stained face never wavered.

Just calm.

He reached out and took out the iron box that Ms.

Countless crystal rays of light are refracted in it, making people dazzled and wonderful like an eternal dream.

——Numbered Curse Bullet·【002】

Snapped!

The bullets were loaded into the magazine, closed, and the muzzle of the gun was raised, held flat.

Aim carefully and carefully.

Just like that, a final goodbye.

"X says hello to you."

Russell, pulled the trigger.

There was no gunshot or roar, only the ugly heart turned into ashes inch by inch amid the baby's cry, never to be seen again.

The earth-shattering waves in the sea of ​​silver cannot be seen.

Imprisoned and restrained by countless chains, the struggling bloated aggregate suddenly stiffened and was pierced by the rising light.

And among the countless fly ash in the rain, Yegor raised his head with difficulty and looked at the unpleasant smile behind the pushed open safety door.

"Should I say long time no see?" Russell smiled.

"Ha." Yegor choked and laughed: "You really never miss any opportunity to be annoying..."

"yes."

Russell came over and sat down opposite him.

Just like that, I looked at his embarrassed look and smiled jokingly: "Can you still hold on? If not, just give up. While there is still time, I will set up a tombstone for you on the spot. I will come here to send you flowers on this day every year. Not the same kind."

Yegor glanced at him: "You're lying again, Russell."

Russell was slightly startled.

silence.

"I said it, right? I can see..."

While gasping for breath, Yegor smiled proudly, "We share the same odor."

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

Loki sighed helplessly and shrugged: "It's been exposed."

With a sigh, the last phantom broke.

Thick blood dripped.

Dry on the ground.

The handsome face has long been as ugly as a demon, and the broken body is covered with cracks. Six bombardments of the Rainbow Bridge had caused fatal damage, and there were countless wounds left by monsters along the way.

Even, regardless of the shattering and annihilation of the soul, forcefully triggering miracles again and again...

When the clock strikes midnight, the magic ends.

Everything was brought back to its original form.

So embarrassed.

Even just breathing... is almost exhausted, all the strength!

"Why don't you lie, Russell?"

In his daze, Yegor asked softly: "As long as you lie, you can turn a blind eye to such harm, right? Use Loki's authority to make everything that happens non-exist..."

The broken face twitched slightly.

Like a smile.

"I just want to tell the truth occasionally."

Yegor shook his head and said without thinking, "Another lie."

"Yes." Russell nodded.

Yegor asked: "You can't say it, right?"

Russell didn't answer, just remained silent, staring at his ugly reflection on the flickering screen.

Loki could tell countless lies, but among countless similar lies, only one could come true.

He had already told that crucial lie.

Very long ago...

He smiled silently, without regret.

Yegor seemed to understand something and did not continue to ask.

When he was dying, everything he held on to had been turned into ruins. However, when everything seemed to be coming to an end, the only one who accompanied him was the opponent who gave him immense headaches and helplessness.

What is this?

Destiny?

He lowered his eyes tiredly and said softly: "I originally thought you would read Pharaoh's prophecy."

Russell was slightly stunned: "I thought only people in our Utopia like fishing so much."

Yegor didn't seem to hear anything. He just looked at the broken ceiling and whispered tiredly: "He said, I will die in your hands."

"..." Russell was stunned.

"I believe it, but I don't care."

Yegor shook his head indifferently: "If I die in your hands, it must be because I have a reason to die, right?"

But looking at such trusting eyes, Russell couldn't help but sigh: "I'm not such a righteous person, Yegor."

"Me neither."

Yegor laughed at himself: "But in the same way, aren't they all disgusted with the inferiority complex carved into their bones?"

Because you know your own humbleness.

Because I made an irreparable mistake.

Therefore, even if I die, I am not willing to repeat the same mistakes again!

Just like the last regeneration plan.

Just like the last fall of heaven.

There are down-and-out people who have lost their ideals, and careerists who have lost their justice.

From then on, I avoided my former self like a snake and a scorpion...

Russell closed his eyes and stopped talking.

In the silence, there were only clear prompts rising from the cracked screen, an access request from the Survival Institute, and a permission review from the Great Mystery Management Center.

Also, the final certification from the pilot meeting.

According to the established emergency plan - if the current situation falls into a critical moment during the war between the worlds, if the situation is judged to be a catastrophic disaster, if the three major blockades are out of control...

Then, in order, one person will be selected from among the secretary of the Kingdom of Heaven, the director of the governing bureau, and the president of the Survival Institute to grant the authority of the president.

Reintegrate everything and give it the authority to control the entire territory.

In this way, the power of discovery is awakened and everything is revised again.

——Restart everything in the world!

This is the last chance to save everything...

"Look, Russell, my ideal is calling me."

Yegor laughed softly and his eyes lit up: "I finally waited for this day."

"...Yes, congratulations."

In the brief silence, Russell looked at him, as the only participant in the inauguration ceremony, and extended his blessing. With sincerity and compassion that I never imagined:

"Now, you are a well-deserved president."

This is the final work.

Yegor supported the console and used all his strength to press his palm on the identifier, but it was difficult to reach...

Until the other hand supported his arm and pushed him forward.

Final certification completed.

With the authority of the Astronomical Society, give orders to the entire world.

At this moment, in the sudden shock, the whole London was shaken, and infinite bright light burst out from the cracks in the earth.

The eternal gray and rain curtains were torn apart, and in the shrill cry of the baby, the darkness and mud disappeared. From above the burning city, the neon light that looked like an aurora quickly spread and enveloped the entire sky.

London, Rome, Jinling, Los Angeles... the entire present scene, above all the centers, the same rainbow light spurts, surges, calls and vibrates to each other.

intertwined into a canopy that enveloped everything.

Forcibly, he suppressed the skyrocketing distortion, and once again embraced everything in his arms.

Under the bright light, all the darkness disappeared. The nightmare burst like a bubble, and everything was once again bathed in the glow of the human world.

It's like heaven.

And just inside the collapsed shelter, a final report appeared on the flickering screen.

[Great Mystery Zarathustra, activated. 】

[The Division is blocked, completed. 】

[Genesis Plan, warm-up begins——]

…

Under the lines of characters, the last thing that emerged was the emblem of the Astronomical Society surrounded by thorns.

Even, the final introduction.

【——The perfect world will eventually arrive】

In front of the gradually dimming screen, Yegor stared at the bright world in the distance with his eyes wide open, even though he was separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Even though I have seen such an ordinary scene thousands of times, I am still so greedy.

It's like, that is the real kingdom of heaven.

From that focused gaze, Yegor stared at the rushing light for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Russell, what is the so-called kingdom of heaven?"

Russell said: "Probably, it is the container of the Silver Sea."

"Why does the Silver Sea need a container?"

Russell didn't answer.

"The kingdom of heaven that will never leave hell..." Yegor suddenly sighed: "I'm afraid it is also a tool to kill all mankind when necessary, right?"

Because, besides this, there is no other way.

We have struggled exhaustedly from hell and experienced hardships in the human world, but unknowingly, we are getting further and further away from the kingdom of heaven.

Such a beautiful world is obviously very close at hand.

Why can't we step into it?

Snapped!

Dreams and phantoms fade away together.

Sparks flashed across the cracked screen and were completely extinguished. In the gradually violent collapse roar, only the flickering light above the head was left.

Yegor turned around slowly: "Time is running out."

"Yeah." Russell replied.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"I have no idea……"

Russell thought for a moment and answered seriously: "It's probably a miracle."

Yegor laughed, coughed violently, gasped, and had runny nose.

"There are no more miracles left for us, Russell."

He wiped the dirt off his face and raised his head, "Stop hesitating and perform your duties. Isn't that why you came here?"

At this moment, a dim light shone down, illuminating the gray veins on Yegor's face that gradually became darker, and even turned into dark pupils.

Erosion that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Now, the choked sound of the baby crying has sounded from the hallucination again, so close.

As the director of the governing bureau, the main body of order is also the source of distortion. This was already doomed the moment the elements of destruction began to combine.

No matter how complete the surgery and blockade are beforehand, no matter how many antibodies are injected, it cannot be changed.

As long as the governing bureau still exists, the distorted order will spread...

As long as he is alive, the combination of destructive elements will not stop!

After saving the world, he is the last, the source of trouble...

In the silence, amid the rapidly spreading erosion, Yegor made his final plea:

"Please kill me."

Russell was silent, feeling so exhausted for the first time in his life.

"Spare me." He said, "After all these years... I really don't want to fight with my own people anymore."

"Isn't that what you can do the most?"

Yegor choked and laughed happily, admiring his pain and struggle. Just like his favorite thing to do, he was overjoyed for this.

"How annoying, Yegor." Russell sighed.

"Each other."

"So, are you satisfied, Yegor?"

"It's still very early."

Yegor gradually fell into a trance and whispered softly: "It's not enough..."

"So, do you regret it, Yegor?"

"Silly words."

In his daze, Yegor shook his head without thinking and smiled with satisfaction: "Of course it hasn't happened even for a moment."

The dark pistol was raised.

Aimed at his face.

Trembling slightly.

But I don’t know whether it’s fatigue or something else.

At that moment, Russell looked into his eyes, and saw himself in his eyes.

He was so embarrassed, but he was no longer as proud as he was when he was in his prime.

Before you know it, everything has changed.

Over the years, everyone has moved forward desperately for unrealistic dreams, crawling in embarrassment, and running around singing excitedly...

After spending a lifetime, looking back suddenly, the dream is still so far away and out of reach.

But facing that nothingness, I should obviously regret it, but I still feel so fulfilled and satisfied.

The hopeless one is as sweet as sugar.

Even until the last moment, the last second...

"You and I are so pathetic."

He closed his eyes and said his final goodbyes.

The sound of gunfire rang out and then dissipated.

The weapon that had accomplished its mission fell from his hand and fell into a pool of blood.

In the sea of ​​silver, the bloated aggregate that was struggling to its death suddenly shook, and from its core, it let out its final scream, which sadly dissipated into the darkness.

Silently freezing, collapsing, and being swallowed by the tide.

Sink into the open door.

But those things have nothing to do with this place anymore.

When the final silence came to an end, Russell sat calmly beside Yegor, staring at the cracks in the dome that were gradually cracking, and the equipment and instruments that were gradually burning in the falling rocks.

He tilted his head and used up all the miraculous sparks to light the last cigarette.

Take a deep breath.

Just like that, watching the flames gradually spread, he raised his head, imagining the world outside the darkness, imagining what the future would look like, imagining the scene when his ideals were finally realized...

But gradually, when the future that does not belong to us fades away, all that emerges in front of us is the past.

Everything that ever was.

It's like the dust has faded away in the wash of rain, and the smiles etched in the memory are so clear.

And her eyes.

Like a star, shining brightly.

"Her smile always reminds me of those distant childhood memories."

Russell closed his eyes and hummed softly: "Everything there is as blue as the clear sky. Whenever I gaze at her face, she takes me to that paradise..."

"Oh, my sweet beauty, my sweet love."

"Where will we go?"

The burning flames spread and engulfed everything.

The singing gradually died out.

Disappear in flames.

From the roar of the world, gradually, it returned to silence.

.

Loki's three most proud lies in his life.

The book of destiny is in my hands.

Huai Shi is not dead.

And Katya... I don't love you anymore.

will you forgive me?

There was the sound of glass breaking.

Huai Shi opened her eyes from the dream of lies, and subconsciously reached out, trying to retain the phantom that passed by.

But the phantom had already smiled and disappeared silently.

Along with the rush of the silver sea, infinite rainbow light rises from the current situation, and an unprecedented bright storm emerges and spreads into the abyss.

Blow everything and set the final outcome!